The Winter Cows

So sing, so sing the winter cows They lowly croak and no-one wonders where they are Now they know Just what will come remains a mystery to me Now they know Just what will come remains a mystery to me To me Remains a mystery And when they come into our view they disappear like a lonely star The winter cows are leaving now The summer sun is burning their eyes Their infant eyes Burning their eyes Their infant eyes Burning their eyes --- The Winter Cows - Guided by Voices